Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
Today 12:18pm
Today 12:18pm
dreaming in woven fibers
I try to remake myself
in imaginary ways
like the illusion
will strip away the dreary panic
of this reality that never lets me
find sure footing
I used to be an adventure in motion
I lived for the chaos of a day unexplored
I was always a walk, a bus trip
a train ride away from something new
Now I find it hard to walk out my front door
as though the tendrils of what took her
will find me and drag me down a path
that's not mine to live
because I know these memories
aren't a prophecy
they're...
in imaginary ways
like the illusion
will strip away the dreary panic
of this reality that never lets me
find sure footing
I used to be an adventure in motion
I lived for the chaos of a day unexplored
I was always a walk, a bus trip
a train ride away from something new
Now I find it hard to walk out my front door
as though the tendrils of what took her
will find me and drag me down a path
that's not mine to live
because I know these memories
aren't a prophecy
they're...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #fear
#LifeStruggles #fear
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manhattanna
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:27pm
Yesterday 8:27pm
Laying achingly cold on my bed with the box fan pointed right on me.
Set on high, it provides the most sense of privacy I’ve ever felt, even from behind a locked door. No one can hear me inside this whirlwind pocket of air.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#hope
#SelfReflection
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:04pm
Yesterday 8:04pm
Mind Rape Massacre
Heart heavy weighs in
Distortions of a mind full of an ill perception
Speaking in correlation with these thoughts that race
The harmony of chaos culminates the words I can’t erase
Cynicism breeds thoughts of hopeless form
On the inside the anxiety provokes a contemplative storm
Irrationality of self sabotage to fake some semblance of control
As if in escaping all that plagues me I can salvage what’s left of my soul
Blessings lost through a filter of the burdens a negative mindset makes them out to be
If I mishandle all I fail to...
Distortions of a mind full of an ill perception
Speaking in correlation with these thoughts that race
The harmony of chaos culminates the words I can’t erase
Cynicism breeds thoughts of hopeless form
On the inside the anxiety provokes a contemplative storm
Irrationality of self sabotage to fake some semblance of control
As if in escaping all that plagues me I can salvage what’s left of my soul
Blessings lost through a filter of the burdens a negative mindset makes them out to be
If I mishandle all I fail to...
#depression
#porn
#bipolar
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 6:17pm
30th Sep 2022 6:17pm
Headspace
Tell me why
It never ends
This endless road
That twists, that bends
Thorny stems that pave the way
Hold my thoughts in place, where they will stay
So what’s chasing? What’s behind?
All I know is stopping
Makes me read my mind
I’d rather not, it’s a scary place
When monsters come as memories
That don’t erase
See it now? Slipping from my head?
Purple bruises, drops of red
If turning around is reality
I will be dead
So I’d rather choose to run instead
It never ends
This endless road
That twists, that bends
Thorny stems that pave the way
Hold my thoughts in place, where they will stay
So what’s chasing? What’s behind?
All I know is stopping
Makes me read my mind
I’d rather not, it’s a scary place
When monsters come as memories
That don’t erase
See it now? Slipping from my head?
Purple bruises, drops of red
If turning around is reality
I will be dead
So I’d rather choose to run instead
#depression
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 4:33pm
30th Sep 2022 4:33pm
Puzzle Of Emotions
You told me you are flying high.
At the time,I was beneath the sky.
My wings were cut off,and so I die. When they grew back,
I was told to lie. Because nobody had sympathy for my past.
I told them,and they laughed fast. And so,my roots got worse fast.
I couldn't trust anyone,because of the past.
On my face is a coat
of depression,that lasts. But it's not visible for everybody.
For people,I am just a nobody. No matter the age,they are above me.
Apparently my opinions don't matter,a nobody.
Even though inside I'm dying,I...
At the time,I was beneath the sky.
My wings were cut off,and so I die. When they grew back,
I was told to lie. Because nobody had sympathy for my past.
I told them,and they laughed fast. And so,my roots got worse fast.
I couldn't trust anyone,because of the past.
On my face is a coat
of depression,that lasts. But it's not visible for everybody.
For people,I am just a nobody. No matter the age,they are above me.
Apparently my opinions don't matter,a nobody.
Even though inside I'm dying,I...
#depression
#dark
#emotions
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 3:03pm
30th Sep 2022 3:03pm
Evening Landscape of the Soul
I could never dream of hell
as pure as this uncertainty.
The coffers of the soul
are holding dust and little else.
Hell in this cloud of mind is then
the grey and pregnant skies,
above the cranes and scaffolding
that I can see from work’s window.
A sense of rotting, time stretched out,
an emptiness where life should be...
The crypt is yawning, tiredness
the weeds that choke the ancient lea.
Divorced of human hope,
the tower holds just years, and rope.
as pure as this uncertainty.
The coffers of the soul
are holding dust and little else.
Hell in this cloud of mind is then
the grey and pregnant skies,
above the cranes and scaffolding
that I can see from work’s window.
A sense of rotting, time stretched out,
an emptiness where life should be...
The crypt is yawning, tiredness
the weeds that choke the ancient lea.
Divorced of human hope,
the tower holds just years, and rope.
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness #apathy
#loneliness #apathy
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
29th Sep 2022 4:48am
29th Sep 2022 4:48am
A Lifetime of Lies vs. A Moment of Truth
The whys are not the reasons of the moment
But the compounding lies that add up to its truth
As perceptions narrow and everything is filtered through tunnels
With no light at the end, just one more shot in the dark
When the entrapment of discontentment becomes a weight far too heavy to bear
And bullets beckon to transcend the whispers that scream inside
The will to die didn’t start at the point of a last breath quantified
But all the little ways we go through life and gradually commit suicide
When it harbors more appeal to give...
But the compounding lies that add up to its truth
As perceptions narrow and everything is filtered through tunnels
With no light at the end, just one more shot in the dark
When the entrapment of discontentment becomes a weight far too heavy to bear
And bullets beckon to transcend the whispers that scream inside
The will to die didn’t start at the point of a last breath quantified
But all the little ways we go through life and gradually commit suicide
When it harbors more appeal to give...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
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UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 12:03pm
28th Sep 2022 12:03pm
DESICCATED
Heard the Siren singing
It echoes through the fen
Suddenly I'm swimming
Inside my head again
Save me, I'm helpless
Abandoned and breathless
The glaze over my eyes
It shrouds what I long to see
Are you still alive?
The years, they pass us by
I've died so many times
My past has become a dream
But the heart remains perpetual
It's the only thing that's real
And our fate remains eventual
No matter how we feel
Just come alive
Just tell a lie
Anything but nothing
Felt...
It echoes through the fen
Suddenly I'm swimming
Inside my head again
Save me, I'm helpless
Abandoned and breathless
The glaze over my eyes
It shrouds what I long to see
Are you still alive?
The years, they pass us by
I've died so many times
My past has become a dream
But the heart remains perpetual
It's the only thing that's real
And our fate remains eventual
No matter how we feel
Just come alive
Just tell a lie
Anything but nothing
Felt...
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#despair
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vcsawyer1
MrVirgo
MrVirgo
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 3:06am
28th Sep 2022 3:06am
It wasn’t my time
Depression ain’t nothing to play with
Especially when you mix it with other emotions anxiety guilt stress
My life was rough and far from the best
but one day I had to sit down and digest…
the truth that I wasn’t a man who I should’ve been
My life was spiraling out of control and that’s an understatement
Then one day I realized I had gone too far,
Put everything aside and went away in my car
Stopped at the store picked up a few things
And when It became dark
I found myself sitting in a park ...
Especially when you mix it with other emotions anxiety guilt stress
My life was rough and far from the best
but one day I had to sit down and digest…
the truth that I wasn’t a man who I should’ve been
My life was spiraling out of control and that’s an understatement
Then one day I realized I had gone too far,
Put everything aside and went away in my car
Stopped at the store picked up a few things
And when It became dark
I found myself sitting in a park ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfWorth
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfWorth
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 10:08pm
27th Sep 2022 10:08pm
Setlist from July 23rd with music
#anxiety
#depression
#grief
#death
#faith
62 reads
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DeathRattle89
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 6:34pm
27th Sep 2022 6:34pm
Rollercoaster Mind
I got lost in transit
Making our way to another place
Trying to find my voice again
After all that we've been through
Finding the balance in all things
When to speak or retreat to silence to recuperate
Making strides
Going somewhere in some ways and nowhere in others
Locate my heart in my words
When I'm lost for saying so much and yet nothing at all
Making whispers of confessions
Till I can say I found a way to make it all mean something
...
Making our way to another place
Trying to find my voice again
After all that we've been through
Finding the balance in all things
When to speak or retreat to silence to recuperate
Making strides
Going somewhere in some ways and nowhere in others
Locate my heart in my words
When I'm lost for saying so much and yet nothing at all
Making whispers of confessions
Till I can say I found a way to make it all mean something
...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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nervsy
nervs.
nervs.
Poem Published
27th Sep 2022 00:36am
27th Sep 2022 00:36am
Blank
What am I doing today? What am I doing with my days? It’s all a blur. When trauma responses in the form of depersonalization happen so much I don’t remember a fucking thing anymore. Even when I want and know I should be present I cannot. The concert, the feeling of your laughter and warmth it’s all a big fucking black hole now. Why even go another day of shit if I can’t even enjoy in the good stuff
#sadness
#depression
#MentalHealth
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